During the summer of the year 2006, I took a class that would allow me to get my motorcycle endorsement. I had to attend this class for ten hours a day for three days with Cameron and Stetsen. Even though I grew up riding motorcycles, it taught me a few things that I would have never learned by riding alone. As I completed the class, my dad surprised me with a Harley of my own, a sportster 883 Custom. A black paint job, studded- solo seat, short windshield, and a chrome rack that follows the contour of the rear fender. I was just thrilled that I finally had my own bike. It took a few months to come but when I got it, I took it anywhere I could: school, friends’ house, mutual and church.
As the following summer was approaching, I was getting a little excited to get it out for the first ride of the year. When school was let out for the summer break my dad came to me with a few questions. The first was if I wanted to go for a ride with my mom and him. Second, was how long of a ride I wanted to go on. The final question was, if there was anywhere I would prefer going. I said I would love to go on a ride but it didn’t matter where we went. So my parents and I packed up and went for a three-day ride through West Yellowstone and up into Montana. It was amazing to see all the scenery and to go on all the windy roads.
My most favorite ride yet, has been this past summer. My dad loaded up our bikes and hauled them down to Las Vegas. When we had arrived I recognized a few of my parents buddies that go on rides with them every once in a while. So there were a total of about nine bikes, pretty small group. The following day we got up at about 7:00 and got out on the open road, dragging across the flat desert and feeling the wind push against my leathers. This trip took me through Arizona, California, and back into Nevada. The total mileage of the ride was about a thousand miles. When we would stop for the night we would get back on the bikes and go look for the nearest Harley Davidson store. If there was one, we would stop and look around for an hour or two. When we got home I was pretty sore but I didn’t care. I got to spend quality time with my parents and see the ocean on my Harley. It was the best ride ever because I got to spend quality time with my parents. That is why I believe in Harley rides.
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